Page 62 of Pack’s Pledge

The omega was rocking against the cleft of my ass, each movement of his hips pushing my own into Adrian’s, forcing him deeper, deeper, his cock shifting within me, pressing against something inside that felt so,sogood—

“Do it,” Beau urged, and I shut my eyes, lifting my hips slightly before sinking back down onto Adrian’s cock, riding him in slow, halting movements, the stretch falling away with every roll of my hips, leaving only the fullness of his cock within my walls.

“Fuck,” Adrian swore again, as I shuddered, finding my rhythm, front, leaning against Adrian’s solid chest, then back against Beau’s slick shaft, onto Adrian’s thick cock, and then front again. “Yes,baby,” he said, and I didn’t know if it was me he was talking to, or Beau, as the omega turned my head towards his, slipping his tongue between my teeth for a wet, messy kiss.

“Next time, I want you to fuck me into her, Adrian,” Beau whispered, and the vision of his alpha’s cock lodged deep in Beau’s ass during his heat swam into my vision. “You want that, too, Britt,” he said, more a statement than a question. I let my head drop back onto Beau’s shoulder, whispering “please, yes,” anyway.

“And, the the time after that, I want us to have you together,” he said, slipping his hand between my asscheeks, the pad of his finger sliding wetly over my hole, not pushing, just rolling over the tight ring of muscle again and again—

“Oh,oh,” I sobbed, grinding down against the feeling, as Adrian’s hips jerked, fucking his cock deeper into my belly.

“You think you can take both of us, beta?” he said, and I didn’t know, but—

“I want to,” I gasped, “I want it,” I said, and with one hand, Beau pushed me forward so that my hands were braced on the wall above the headboard. My breasts swayed as Adrian’s hips snapped up into me, and then his mouth closed over one nipple, his hand pinching and teasing the other, mimicking the movements of his hot tongue.

“She told you, alpha,” I heard Beau say, his finger pressing lightly against my entrance, making me swallow thickly. “She’s strong, our beta,” and realized it wasn’t Adrian he was talking to, but—

“Conall,” I moaned, and then there was a blur of movement, and my back hit the mattress, Adrian’s face very close to my own, his eyes wide and glinting, that damned smile darting around his lips.

“What’s my name, baby?”

“Ah,” I gasped, as he ground his hips against mine, the change in angle deep, deep, deep. My clit throbbed as his hips moved against it. “Ah— Fuck, Adrian, Adrian,please—”

“That’s right, sweetheart,” he purred, and then his teeth were on my shoulder, and all I could say was—

“—Alpha!” as they sank into my flesh, snapping through the skin, and my eyes went wide, starbursts of white filling my vision, a roar of static blocking out everything but the ragged breaths that tore from my lungs, gasping, choking on a strangled cry—

And then heat, a tingling, creeping warmth that spread outwards from the searing heat on my shoulder, to my very tips of my fingers, and with it, a wash of pleasure unlike any I’d felt before, so all-consuming that I could barely think—

“Yes, yes,Britt, sweetheart,” someone was saying, ecstatic, and it was Adrian, above me, inside me, his cock and his teeth and his bond, his heart, and Beau, beside me on the bed, his lips against my wet cheeks as I turned my face to him.

“So good, baby,” Beau murmured. “You feel so perfect—”

I could feel his roiling lust through my bond now too, and reached out with one hand to stroke him, feeling his shudder of pleasure in my palm and in my own belly. Adrian moaned, his cock pulsing as I tightened around him and I could feel his pleasure too, the sharp, alcohol tang of his arousal and the whiskey-warm satisfaction of togetherness. Belonging.

Pack.

I smiled, elation filling my veins, my heart a raw, tender lump in my throat, and felt, more than heard, Adrian’s smile in return, his mouth kissing over the fresh wound on my skin. “Yes, Britt,” he said, and my head dropped back against the mattress, my body arching toward him even now.

“Yes,” I echoed, “oh,Adrian—”

“Oh,” Conall said. I blinked away tears to see him standing beside the bed, his eyes wide, arms loose at his sides. His heartbeat thumped in his wrist, in the hollow of his throat, in the space just below his jaw that I’d dreamed of kissing for a dozen years. Longer. “Oh,” he said again, his eyes fixed on mine. Heat bubbled under the surface of my skin, too much, not enough, and I wanted him, so, so, much—

Adrian’s cock twitched within me again, and then he pulled out, his cock still leaking white, letting it dribble out over my belly, the crease of my hips as he slowly drew his hand over his shaft, down to the base, then to the tip once again, tracing the blunt head through his messy signature, dipping inside my warmth, just the head, teasing me. I squirmed, even the barest sensations magnified by the strange feeling of being both within and without of myself, feeling Adrian’s pleasure and my own, and Beau’s and—Conall’s.

Just as Adrian had said it would, the bond reached to him, and although he felt…distant, somehow, the weight of his feeling was like—like a deep pool my toes couldn’t reach the bottom of. A looming mountain obscured behind clouds. Huge, and unknowable, and—

I didn’t have the words for it. For this.

“She’s ready for you, alpha,” Adrian said, and I could only blink slowly, drowning in Conall already, even as he knelt on the bed beside us, smoothing my hair back from my tear-streaked cheeks.

“You are, aren’t you,” he said, a statement, not a question.

“Conall,” I said, and he kissed me, soft at first, then harder, his teeth nipping at my lower lip, not quite hard enough to draw blood, but enough to make me gasp. His hands roamed over my body, firm and confident, and then he pulled me underneath him, spreading my legs wide around his hips, his cock pressing against my opening, big even after Adrian’s, and he was sliding inside, the stretch a surprise again after our time apart. I gasped, and Beau used two firm fingers to turn my face toward his.

“He feels so good, doesn’t he, baby? So big, and all for you,” he whispered, and I groaned. I was so full, lust and excitement and eager anticipation all winding together, tight and tighter until I thought I would snap. “Do you think he’ll knot you, baby, when he bites—”

I sobbed through an orgasm as Conall’s hips met mine, his shaft finally sheathed inside of me, throbbing deep within. His forehead fell onto my shoulder and I could hear his gasp as I tightened around him, my walls fluttering around the thick intrusion of his cock, and then he rocked his hips, and I let my eyes flutter shut as I baring my neck to Conall’s mouth. He kissed over my pulse, tonguing over my heartbeat as if tasting it, and I braced for his teeth, the bite, the pain—

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